Alaric woke up feeling unusually refreshed, his body coursing with energy. The events of the dreamscape still echoed in his mind, but there was a distinct sense of clarity and power now that he had mastered the bloodline from his mother's side. It was as if a weight had been lifted, and his entire being felt more attuned, more complete.
Sitting up in his bed, Alaric instinctively stretched, feeling the fluid motion of his limbs. His muscles responded with a newfound agility, sharper and more responsive than before. It wasn't just physical; something about his aura had shifted too. There was an intensity that hadn't been there before, a dark undercurrent that pulsed with his every breath.
